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J Rock – Pots And Pans lyrics
[Chorus:]
All I need is baking soda some pots and pans
Little ice up what I can
Chick at home saying I'm no good
When the fuck am I gon' get her out the hood

What started as a nickel rock
Took 22 months now I'm trying to get a block
Fuck football I'm going down another path
Couldn't past the test
To tell the truth I couldn't fuck with math
Did get a scholarship, but I blew that
Got high, got a ticket and I flew back
To the hell zone mo' straps than 20 shell toes
Get life on yo cell phone
Quarter key box of soda Ross whip that
Career criminal fa' sho' Ross with that
Had to pull my pants up
Boy get them brands up
Daddy got some cancer I never had the chance to
Tell him all my plans to let em' fuck a dancer
Smoking weed and Amsterdam with his grandson
(Damn) Why he passed on me(on me)
My last homie(homie)
I went and bought a bird
Fuck I want some cash homie

[Chorus]

I never rode a nigga coat tail
Mayor took a dope sell
Fuck it nigga oh well
Smoking on that classified
Rollin in that lac' of mine
You know my mind state numb to the world half the time
Thinking bout rand rover damn that was fucked up
Found him in the trunk with another dude fucked up
The world fucked up that's why I'm fucked up
Don't get fucked up fuck with me ya fucked up
Bitch I'ma ride, bitch I'ma die
When I holla 305 bitch that's on my life
Got a 40 in the car a chopper in the crib
The grenades down the street you gotta get it how you live
I know niggas turn 1 into 2 and they do what they do
And boy them things move
Fishscale get the big mail
In the room full of work
Taste the cane when ya inhale

[Chorus]

It's time for me to cash in laughin
Like Martin in an Aston Martin
When I park it I can see ya bitch heartbeat
So roll out the red carpet
Roll up the purple shit
Black navigator flow
Gotta shut ya fucking mouth don't irritate the smoke
Thinking of a greater way to build a greater flow
I hope she got some great head that's how I grade a hoe
White beamer in the hood shining like a star
Flip this half a key go to the club and I'ma buy the bar
Do it twice a week fucking bitches on the other nights
Promise E class we'll never miss another fight
Hundred in the bag 5 birds I'ma grab
Turn em' into 8 keep me a clean half
Baking soda in the work, works wonderful
Ya see ya dream come true
This I promise you!

[Chorus]
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[Chorus:] All I need is baking soda some pots and pans Little ice up what I can Chick at home saying I'm no good When the fuck am I gon' get her out the hood What started as a nickel rock Took 22 months now I'm trying to get a block Fuck football I'm going down another path Couldn't past the test To tell the truth I couldn't fuck with math Did get a scholarship, but I blew that Got high, got a ticket and I flew back To the hell zone mo' straps than 20 shell toes Get life on yo cell phone Quarter key box of soda Ross whip that Career criminal fa' sho' Ross with that Had to pull my pants up Boy get them brands up Daddy got some cancer I never had the chance to Tell him all my plans to let em' fuck a dancer Smoking weed and Amsterdam with his grandson (Damn) Why he passed on me(on me) My last homie(homie) I went and bought a bird Fuck I want some cash homie [Chorus] I never rode a nigga coat tail Mayor took a dope sell Fuck it nigga oh well Smoking on that classified Rollin in that lac' of mine You know my mind state numb to the world half the time Thinking bout rand rover damn that was fucked up Found him in the trunk with another dude fucked up The world fucked up that's why I'm fucked up Don't get fucked up fuck with me ya fucked up Bitch I'ma ride, bitch I'ma die When I holla 305 bitch that's on my life Got a 40 in the car a chopper in the crib The grenades down the street you gotta get it how you live I know niggas turn 1 into 2 and they do what they do And boy them things move Fishscale get the big mail In the room full of work Taste the cane when ya inhale [Chorus] It's time for me to cash in laughin Like Martin in an Aston Martin When I park it I can see ya bitch heartbeat So roll out the red carpet Roll up the purple shit Black navigator flow Gotta shut ya fucking mouth don't irritate the smoke Thinking of a greater way to build a greater flow I hope she got some great head that's how I grade a hoe White beamer in the hood shining like a star Flip this half a key go to the club and I'ma buy the bar Do it twice a week fucking bitches on the other nights Promise E class we'll never miss another fight Hundred in the bag 5 birds I'ma grab Turn em' into 8 keep me a clean half Baking soda in the work, works wonderful Ya see ya dream come true This I promise you! [Chorus] Explain Request ×



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